Sunday, September 1, 2013

It's Sunday once again, and that means it's time for another snog. This is a quickie from my latest release Challenge to Him, which is now available as a single title from Total-E-Bound - at a 10% discount until the general release date!

All the wealth in the world can’t buy willing surrender.

Andrew
MacIntyre, heir to a vast empire of railroads, mines and mills, is the
second or third richest man in America, and by far the most eligible
bachelor among the society folk summering in Newport, Rhode Island. His
mother has filled their opulent mansion with marriageable daughters of
bankers and industrialists, but Andrew knows none of these callow young
women can satisfy his perverse sexual needs. No respectable girl would
ever consent to being bound and beaten, to serving and obeying him the
way he craves. His money gives him the freedom to purchase anything
except his heart’s desire—a submissive partner to share his life.

Independent,
progressive and well-educated, labour activist Olivia Alcott has
dedicated herself to improving the lot of the workers who toil in the
factories that have made Andrew and his class so wealthy. The strike she
organises triggers a confrontation between her and the handsome
billionaire. Although their disparate backgrounds and values make them
natural foes, something stronger draws them to one another—an intuitive
recognition of complementary fantasies.

Andrew offers Olivia a
bargain—better working conditions for the mill staff, in return for a
weekend of her unquestioning obedience. Olivia will help him deflect the
attentions of the potential mates assembled by his mother, as well as
providing more intimate services. Given Olivia’s origins, a more
enduring relationship appears impossible—but Andrew is not the sort to
give up something he wants.

“Another strawberry, Mrs
MacIntyre?” Andrew dangled the scarlet fruit an inch above her open
lips, letting the cream that coated it dribble onto her tongue. Bound
hand and foot to the four corner posts of the Louis XVI bed, Olivia
could do little more than wriggle.

“If it pleases you, sir…”

He allowed the berry to drop.
Sweetness exploded in her mouth as she bit into its firm flesh.

“It does please me. You please me,
my little crusader, more and more every day.” He stretched his
naked body over hers and mingled his coffee and tobacco taste with
the fruit flavour in a luscious, lazy kiss. He was hard again, though
fresh jism from their latest coupling still leaked from her cleft.
His pubic hair scratched and stung against the welts he’d painted
on her thighs with the new martinet. They’d found the toy yesterday
at one of the city’s many flea markets, along with some iron
manacles Andrew claimed dated from the Revolution. The lingering
soreness in her pussy transmuted into an ache of need. She wanted him
again, deep inside—as surely as he wanted her.

“We have an appointment this
afternoon with Monsieur Fronchet at Van Cleef and Arpels on Place
Vendôme. I plan to buy you a proper wedding ring.” The plain gold
circlet he’d acquired so hurriedly in Newport gleamed in the
morning sunlight. After they’d been discovered in
flagrante, his trousers
unbuttoned and her gown in tatters, Andrew’s mother had insisted on
a rapid, private marriage and a long trip abroad. Andrew had been
eager, for once, to obey his mother’s dictates.

Olivia had been mortified when
Gannet had strolled up to the tea house. Now, though, the
recollection of his knowing smile thrilled her. Andrew had vowed he’d
share her with his devoted and discreet friend after they returned to
America…

Her husband licked at the corners of
her mouth, gathering powdered sugar and residual cream. “And then,
later, I’ve booked us a cruise on the Seine. A private
cruise.”